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“You don’t need to know.”
“Are you aware of how annoying you are?” I queried.
“Yeah, douche.”
“As long as you are.” I rolled my eyes. “Car on the back road is just pulling up. Three men are getting out.”
“Have eyes on them,” Dead To Me bit off, her regular laissez-faire joker self not in attendance.
I knew shit was serious, but that was a massive identifier in and of itself.
“First car contains four guys.”
“Yeah, it looks like they want to talk,” Star grumbled. “Seven men in two cars for one Troy? Those Sparrow fuckers. I can’t wait to tear their world apart.”
“There’s my girl,” I said proudly. “Second car has two men.”
“Nine guys total.”
“Got eyes on those two cars out front, Troy. If you want to…”
Star didn’t get the chance to finish that sentence before bullets were fired. I almost groaned when I saw the gunfire coming from that same fucking tree Troy had stationed herself in before and groaned for real when I saw she’d shot out their goddamn tires.
“You fucking idiot, Troy,” D hissed.
“What did she do?”
“She blew out their tires, Star,” D snarled.
“You moron. Now they can’t tuck tail and run if they want to.”
“I’ve got Lodestar and Dead To Me set up in sniper’s nests on my property,” was Troy’s cool retort. “We’re going to slaughter the lot of them.”
Star growled under her breath. “You leave us no fucking choice but to do that now, especially when we could have interrogated the one in charge.”
As she let off some rounds, D spat, “Idiot, idiot, idiot.”
The CCTV footage became a blur of action as men attempted to creep out of their vehicles, guns locked onto targets as they tried to shoot at the nests where the women had established themselves.
Within a matter of five minutes, Star had picked off the guys at the back and had joined D and Troy out front.
The Tarantino fan in me was beyond impressed at how she’d blown one of their heads off and had gone for gut shots that left them incapacitated on the ground to die a slow, painful death when help didn’t come—I felt that.
Actual Sparrows.
In a siege.
What better opportunity than now to burn off past resentments with skillful shots that left the lasting impression of ‘til death do us part?
“We just want to talk to you!” a Sparrow shouted.
“Yeah, I bet,” Troy roared, taking aim at one of the guys from the second car who’d spent his time crouched behind the vehicle, using it as a shield. “You want to talk to me, but you send in nine guys to make sure I can’t get away? I don’t think so.” She punctuated that by tearing someone’s throat apart with a bullet.
With Dead To Me and Star firing as well, the only thing that was slow about this was how the remaining guards were pinned down, only popping up rarely to lessen how often they could get hit.
But, like whack-a-mole, the snipers took them out, and while they were easy prey in the grand scheme of things, that didn’t take away from the odds of three against nine.
When the only men remaining were the two from the second car, Star called, “Maybe you should ask your questions now that you’re the ones who are outnumbered?”
